#ignore my awful writing

[tagerrkix]

[blackberry-s0da]

can we see more sketches? <3

Here’s some stuff I’ve been working on

Here’s a couple

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

more school doodling bc I can barely find time to actually draw anymore 💔

Yes I do really enjoy drawing my blorbos uncomfortable and witnessing horrors no I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon 🗣️

[violent138]

Batman's ships with his various Rogues are very interesting to think about (lots of quality material there for both character analysis and just fun) but simultaneously you have to grapple with (or ignore) the canon abuse/murder/kidnapping/torture/trauma some of the Rogues have wrought upon Bruce's family. I'm starting to really get into BruHarvey (for so many great reasons), but holy hell in canon Harvey was once the killer of Jason's dad, and definitely beat the shit out of Dick (amongst other things).

Still a great ship though.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[mushroomsie224]

Thinking about them again and realising that I don't like the idea that Greylock was practically a bully to Cedric in their schooldays or that Cedric hated him. To each their own, but I think they're just two dorks with a bit of rivalry who get super competitive at times. They get along quite well together when they're not competing! Well, and when Greylock's not pranking him. He's just the annoying friend, I guess. I don't want Greylock to ever stop being annoying, and I want Cedric to be seriously concerned if he does stop.

As for why Cedric wouldn't consider him a friend: this is Season 2 Cedric. Literally his whole arc is about friendship.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

every day i wish the princesses had like any character at all and werent just there to be girlfriends

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @jesuisici33 @callaplums @daffi-990 @loserdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie 💖💖

made a bit of progress on the sick fic so here it is🤷

prev snippet

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“Maybe we should get you to a doctor.” Buck muses, wrapping the blanket over Eddie’s shoulders.

“I don’t need- I just closed my eyes for a second. I’m fine.” he grumbles, fumbling with the blanket too long to want to actually throw it off, but he does in the end – he’s cold and refuses to admit it, and he’d rather sit here and pretend he’s fine. He’s impossible.

“Eddie, that cough did not sound fine.” he points out. 

“Buck-” he sneezes, and then wraps the sleeves of his hoodie over his palms. Buck raises his eyebrow, and Eddie pointedly avoids his eyes, as he not-so-discreetly wipes his nose with a sleeve. 

“I bought tissues.” Buck reaches for the bag and digs out a box, then tries to give it to Eddie, who, instead of taking it, just levels him with a stare, as he sniffles loudly, and swipes a sleeve under his nose again. “Seriously? You’re gonna be gross and disgusting just to prove you’re not sick?” That’s a new level of stubborn Buck hasn’t seen from Eddie yet. He can’t believe this is the man his heart decided it wants. And that even while sick and gross and stubborn and ridiculous, a part of Buck is still endeared by him.

“I’m not.” Eddie insists, sounding so congested Buck swears he can feel it in his own sinuses. “Let me just finish my coffee, and then I-” another sneeze. “Have so much to do today.” he finishes, but at least this time he reaches for the tissues, looking anywhere but at Buck, cheeks red.

“Yeah, no, all you’re gonna do today is rest and take some medicine.” Buck says decisively, then takes the bag in his hand, and slowly starts walking to the kitchen. “Get comfortable, and I’ll just put this all away and be right back. I bought meds, tissues, and something to cook you some soup-” he starts listing off, getting louder the further he gets. “Oh, and stopped by the farmer’s market to get honey. Did you know that honey has antioxidant and antibacterial properties?” he asks excitedly, ready to tell Eddie every single thing he found in his quick research. Buck learned a long time ago that with Eddie he doesn’t need to hold back and can rant and ramble all he wants, and Eddie is happy to listen to him.

“Yeah?” Eddie yells back, voice hoarse and strained. Buck can hear the couch shift as Eddie gets comfortable, maybe even finally lays down. He knows Eddie won’t just give in and admit he’s sick, but this is a start. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?” he sounds genuinely interested, though also really tired. 

“I will, just a sec! I’ll make you some tea with lemon and honey, how’s that sound?” he asks, and gets a grunt in response, though he’s not sure if that’s an answer, or if Eddie’s just trying to suppress a cough in an attempt to hide that he’s sick, as if Buck didn’t already know. He chuckles to himself. He really has his work cut out for him today.

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[letmelookatyouagain]

Okay, so I'm still reading the Pokemon Encyclopaedia that I bought.

I'm aware that there have been several updates to this book going back to the XY era.

So, can someone please tell me how it is that I bought the version that goes up the end of Ash's journey and the book mentions nothing of the Kalos League or Ash's battle with Wulfric?

Like, it just stops at badge 7, goes on to the legendaries of the region and the pokedex and then - BAM - we're in Alola

In the absence of this information, I have therefore added my own - very brief - notes.

[timothylawrence]

Okay, I love her a lot a bit 💕🫶🥺 i wanted to draw her with more traditionally arab jewelry and because im nostalgic a jasmine flower behind her ear hehe. anyway everyone say hi rana

[tsnbrainrot]

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[sforzesco]

Do you think it's fair to say that Crassus looks at and understands the narrative, while Pompey looks away and ignores?

I actually think that, if we're using Plutarch, Crassus is the one prone to rejecting the narrative everyone else is going along with, while Pompey acknowledges the trajectory for what it is!

Crassus does not care for the omens, and rationalizes events as just. shit that happens (it's an interesting personality trait and narrative parallel that he shares with Cassius, to a certain degree! see: Plutarch, Brutus 37 & 39.4)

Plutarch, Crassus

and it results in a narrative where men cross over into an under/other world before they are dead.

The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson

Pompey on the other hand, has this to say about his own mis/fortunes, which is a very honest and pragmatic acknowledgement of his life

Plutarch, Pompey

and additionally, Pompey tries to actively subvert people's expectations ahead of time (which could be read as a kind of genre awareness, if we want to keep going with the narrative comparison/framework) altho it doesn't seem to work in his favor lmao

(ibid.)

[runawaymun]

god i wish i could turn off my 'this is fucking toxic' radar while reading shipfic. It would make it so much easier to find shit i like.

Like I am absolutely here for 'this is fucking toxic' because that's VERY interesting. What I am not here for is 'this is fucking toxic' but isn't it so romantic?

[pupyr0arz]

eidolon deserves a time travel fixit.

—

Manton stumbles, eyes widening at the sight of him before he tumbles through the bleeding gash Eidolon tore into reality. The Siberian drops all pretense of attacking him, kicking off the wall and sailing through the hole, arms outstretched in an attempt to save it’s master. He shuts the hole with a wave of his arm, seam melding together tightly with little more than a mental note of what Earth to feel for when he isn’t so tempted to just tear off Manton’s head and be done with it.

Eidolon feels the urge to kill him in his bones, the alarms blaring in his head that he shouldn’t allow such an obvious threat to continue breathing just for a hypothetical. He clamps down on the danger sense and discards it, taking a breath. A stronger version than the one he found himself using, more specific and informative, but the emotional bleed through seemed a higher price than a thinker headache.

Teleportation, flight, transport, offerings are laid down and he pauses, dropping the powers he has at hand to appreciate the spread. It’s been a long time since he’s had movement so free, he cycles through what feels like a hundred types of flight. Eidolon had almost forgotten his capacity, and this still wasn’t at his absolute peak.

He wrenches his attention away, grasping at a teleportation power. Now of all times is not the time to get caught up with his abilities. There are more important problems at hand.

—

He takes two steps, then three, then his arms are around Hero, around Clark and how many years has it been since that name has been attached to the right face? He squeezes him tightly, checking twice, thrice, four times with the extended awareness a thinker powers give him that his heartbeat is in a normal range—that it exists at all— and that none of his slots have a brute power. The idea of accidentally crushing Clark’s spine after so long makes him laugh involuntarily, a breathless sound.

“Hey, big guy?” Clark asks, hands coming up and patting Eidolon’s back awkwardly. He feels hysterical. “What’s the occasion?”

“What the hell was all of that?” Alexandria demands brusquely, Legend standing besides her with a concerned and confused expression on his face. He feels nothing but fondness, back when Alexandria would drop most pretenses around them and sparked with temper.

He lets go of Clark, the contact leaving a tingling feeling. Anxiety still pumps in his veins, he’s had this dream too many times to believe it wholesale. Clark adjusts his visor and pats his arm and Eidolon doesn’t look over at Legend or Alexandria, cycling his powers as he asks what comes next. How does he die today?

—

“Beyond your abilities.” Eidolon says, gesturing to Contessa. She doesn’t respond, doesn’t purse a lip or even wrinkle a brow. Suddenly he misses her older self with a sharp pang of pain. The vulnerabilities she allowed him to see, had built a human there that hadn’t existed prior, even fourteen years into working together.

Not that he could really call what they were doing working together—these years had, with the wisdom of his hindsight, felt aimless. Unaware of Cauldron’s true cause, scrabbling around in the world building fairy tales and reputation to be put to no ends of worth. He had been an idiot.

The Doctor’s hand clenched around her pen. “Do you suppose he has any blind spots?” She asks probingly.

“Not myself.” He says. “Perhaps the Endbringers, but I hold my doubts. He was capable of their destruction either way.”

“You report he was defeated. How?” It feels more like an interview than one of their talks, her on the back step. Eidolon swallows and let’s himself mull on his memories a moment longer, like he could make more sense of them if he were only pressed harder.

“I’m not sure.” He admits, nails biting into his palms. “I…”

“How are you not sure?” The Doctor asks sharply, eyes darting upwards as the neutral facade fades away. “Were you not present?”

“I was under a master effect.” It’s not a total lie. He can’t fully trust her, Eidolon knows this, the consequences of associating himself with this organization. But he has other concerns and he doesn’t need or want to have to police an overzealous Cauldron and the Triumvirate. And Clark. Eidolon lifts his head, schooling his expression as the Doctor considers a master who would control him. He’ll have to take the reins in this relationship, even if he doesn’t want to.

“It altered my perception. My memory of the fight from that point onwards was hazy, but there was a definite end and my controller was still alive.”

—

“Eidolon, we’ve been looking for you. Why’d you just run off?” Legend asks, settling down next to him. Eidolon doesn’t turn from the dummy, keeping his gaze on the steel walls of the training room. He feels bile rise in his throat at the sight of Legend, unmarred, unsoiled by his future sins. Five minutes ago, Eidolon had been advocating for horrors none of them would’ve considered, and now he stands here, supposed to be their fresh faced equal.

Legend looks concerned in his reflection played over the metal walls. It’s different, purer than any way Legend looked at him after he and Alexandria had been outed. There’s no distrust, or even resentment. Just Legend, a comrade and trusted ally of his.

“I discovered the identity of the villain,” Eidolon lies smoothly. “I had promised to report on it immediately to the Doctor.”

Legend frowns, squinting. It’s a trait he cut back on once the Protectorate proper had truly hit its stride, citing it being an unattractive quirk. Eidolon turns his head to face him. “Who was it?”

“Doctor Manton.” Eidolon says shortly. “It seems our Doctor has had some hiring issues.”

“Manton? As in, Doctor Manton? Our Doc—“

“Yes,” Eidolon says, harsher than he should. He doesn’t want to think about Manton while he worked with them, as the kinder and personable scientists who took readings and asked to be brought up on flights to see the horizon line. It’s not a Manton Eidolon has deigned to acknowledge existed for years now, the name dominated by the bloody streak he cut through his life and through the country. “He stole from the Doctor and attempted to kill us. That’s the entire situation.”

[robylovi]

Y’all I finished my animation ‼️